Showing posts with label birthdays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label birthdays. Show all posts
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Golden girls
Sisters, sisters. . . one seven, one not quite five. . .
. . . and being with them is golden time, proving Tom Robbins was so right when he wrote:
It's never too late to have a happy childhood.
http://margaretgunnng.blogspot.com/2012/01/synopsis-glass-character-novel-by.html
Friday, April 13, 2012
My heart will go on (until it hits an iceberg)
Just a little trick of photoshopping, and you've got an updated version of Jack Whatsisname and Kate Winslet in Titanic! My daughter's 35th birthday just happens to fall on the 100th anniversary of the sinking of that monstrous floating hotel and monument to human arrogance. So I had to make her a special birthday card, starring her and her hubby Jeff.
No, I'm not going to the new 3D version because the original one already made me extremely queasy! I've watched some of the slew of recent Titanic documentaries, including one with James Cameron that was so full of hot air, it should've been about the Hindenberg. A few of them have been, well, OK, but they all seem to have titles like "The Final Answer" and "The Mystery Solved", but they can't all be right, can they?
Why is it such an elaborate thing to figure this out? The boat hit a big piece of ice. Didn't I learn in Grade 3 that almost all of an iceberg is UNDER the water? Isn't that where the expression "the tip of the iceberg" comes from, or are they talking about lettuce or some such thing?
Going to bed now, dead tired, can't believe my "baby" is 35! (And hey, you wanna see a great boat-sinking movie, go watch The Poseidon Adventure!)
Monday, March 12, 2012
Ever knitted a dinosaur?
I knitted these guys for my dino-loving grandson Ryan for his 6th birthday. NOT life-sized!
Monday, October 31, 2011
Sunday, October 23, 2011
On the day you were born. . .
(I'm jumping the gun a bit here, but wanted to do it while I'm laid up with the flu and have the time. Our first grandchild Caitlin was born on Halloween in 2003. Needless to say it was a peak experience in my life, as I was privileged to witness the birth. When Caitlin turned four, I put together a book for her with illustrations, including some personal photos. At that point, "cut and paste" meant just that: get out a pair of scissors and a glue stick. Therefore I didn't save any of the images. So this is a new set, but the text is the same.)
ON THE DAY YOU WERE
BORN
For our granddaughter Caitlin on her fourth
birthday
From Grandma and Grandpa Gunning
The day you were born was a special
day, a day we will never forget.
It was late in October, and autumn leaves
whirled in the air. Pumpkins were for
sale in all the grocery stores. The days
grew shorter, the weather colder. We all
had to wear sweaters and jackets to go outside.
You had been growing inside your Mommy’s
tummy for a very long time. The whole family was really excited about your
birth! They had been looking forward to it for nine long months.
Your Mom was looking forward to it,
too. Her tummy was now quite big. Sometimes she felt a little tired. “I want to
see you, my little one!” she said to her tummy.
“Come on out so I can see your face.”
At last, the big day arrived. Your Mommy
knew that you were about to be born, so your Daddy took her to the hospital.
But you did not get born right away. Sometimes it takes quite a long time for
babies to be born. But your Mommy wasn’t
worried, for she knew she was in a good place.
Grandpa and Grandma Gunning came to the
hospital, but the nurses told them, “It will be quite a long time.” So they
walked up and down the halls of the hospital. Grandpa looked around to find the
bathroom.
Then they decided to have something to eat. They went to the hospital
cafeteria, and there they saw –
Surprise! All the nurses were dressed up in
costumes! Some were dressed as witches.
Some like vampires. There were ten of
them sitting around a table dressed as Paper Bag Princesses. Two nurses were
pretending to be Fred and Wilma Flintstone. Two more were dressed like Sonny
and Cher .
Then Grandma Margaret turned to Grandpa and
said, “Oh, I forgot. Today is Hallowe’en!” Grandpa said, “No, I don’t think you
forgot. There’s a whole bag of candy missing.” Grandma looked quite
embarrassed.
Several hours passed. We were all getting
more and more excited because you were about to be born. Your Mom asked Grandma Margaret (her Mommy)
to be with her when it happened. She was
so happy to be able to see it!
It’s hard work having a baby, but your Mom
did a wonderful job. The whole family knew they were about to see something
beautiful and special. Your Daddy was with her all the time, holding her hand
and encouraging her.
When you came out to see us, we were all so
happy we wanted to dance! You looked healthy and strong, and you were a nice
pink colour. You didn’t cry very much, because you seemed to be too busy
looking around the room at all those people.
The nurse wrapped you tightly in a green
blanket. Grandma and Grandpa Paterson
could not wait to hold you, they were so delighted to see their new
granddaughter. Everyone said, “Doesn’t she look like Grandma Donna!”
Then your Mommy made a very special
announcement. She did not tell us your name before you were born, as she wanted
to keep it a secret. Then she told
everyone, “I’d like to introduce you to Caitlin Nicole Paterson.” We all said,
“Oooooohh!”, since we thought it was such a pretty name.
Your Daddy phoned a sportscaster at work to
tell them the good news, so your birth was announced during a hockey game on
the radio. So you were already famous on
the first day of your life.
Grandma Margaret told Grandpa, “Now you
won’t forget her birthday, since it comes on Hallowe’en.” (Sometimes Grandpa
forgets things.) Having a Hallowe’en
birthday is special and fun, since you get to dress up, go door to door and
have treats.
It’s as if the whole world is celebrating
your birthday. And we celebrate too,
Caitlin, because we love you!
Monday, March 21, 2011
Do I have to actually write something?
This is the best of times, and the worst of times, all glommed together.
Things are particularly sweet with my grandkids. For Ryan's 5th birthday, I knitted him a new blankie, his old one having been reduced to a pile of strings. Now he must transfer his attachment to a nice-looking one, which I hope he won't pull to pieces.
Caitlin's new lavendar fuzzy replaces her yellow fuzzy. She bit a big chunk out of it - no kidding, and she's 7. She wore away at the edge of it for a couple of years until it had a big semicircular bite mark on it. I begged her not to chew this one to pieces, as it cost about $45.00 to make.
NO MORE BLANKIES, I swear! Yes, I love making them, but it strikes me as silly to go on and on replacing them until they're in university or something, or getting married. "Where did the groom go?" "Oh, he lost his blankie. We'll just have to hold up the service."
In other news, things are moving along, or at least moving, maybe, in my search for a home/venue/a shred of hope on The Glass Character. I suddenly joined Facebook and feel foolish now because my "profile" was nothing but a desperate ad for the novel. I'll have to change it today if I can get the bally thing to work. I feel embarrassed, because I don't know Facebook from a hole in the ground and swore I wouldn't go there. BUT I REFUSE TO TWEET. I have a bird to do that.
I have a bird that whistles, I have a bird that sings.
I have a bird that whistles, I have a bird that sings.
But if I ain't got a contract,
Life don't mean a thing.
Just so.
Things are particularly sweet with my grandkids. For Ryan's 5th birthday, I knitted him a new blankie, his old one having been reduced to a pile of strings. Now he must transfer his attachment to a nice-looking one, which I hope he won't pull to pieces.
Caitlin's new lavendar fuzzy replaces her yellow fuzzy. She bit a big chunk out of it - no kidding, and she's 7. She wore away at the edge of it for a couple of years until it had a big semicircular bite mark on it. I begged her not to chew this one to pieces, as it cost about $45.00 to make.
NO MORE BLANKIES, I swear! Yes, I love making them, but it strikes me as silly to go on and on replacing them until they're in university or something, or getting married. "Where did the groom go?" "Oh, he lost his blankie. We'll just have to hold up the service."
In other news, things are moving along, or at least moving, maybe, in my search for a home/venue/a shred of hope on The Glass Character. I suddenly joined Facebook and feel foolish now because my "profile" was nothing but a desperate ad for the novel. I'll have to change it today if I can get the bally thing to work. I feel embarrassed, because I don't know Facebook from a hole in the ground and swore I wouldn't go there. BUT I REFUSE TO TWEET. I have a bird to do that.
I have a bird that whistles, I have a bird that sings.
I have a bird that whistles, I have a bird that sings.
But if I ain't got a contract,
Life don't mean a thing.
Just so.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Somewhere. . . man
Not that I have any particular way with images, except that I love to manipulate them. I found an astonishing picture of John and Paul early on in the Beatles, sitting like mirror images of each other, both playing the same chord and strumming furiously. This picture begged to be played with. Here are a few of the results.
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